Alpha Ace and his Undercover Mate

The next day, I woke up feeling determined to talk to Ace. The day before was wonderful, but I had to make today count.

I pulled on comfortable clothes after my shower and let my hair loose, since Ace liked it better that way.

With a pep in my step and a firm hand on my tummy, I made my way towards Ace's office. I knocked two times before pushing my way through, but unfortunately, he wasn't there.

Deciding to wait in there, I sat on his chair around his desk and really took my time to appreciate every detail of his office.

My eyes caught something on his desk, and I reluctantly retrieved the file that was opened. It was a monthly report of a woman's condition. I knew, because it was written in bold at the top of the paper.

MONTHLY REPORT OF JENNA WILSON.

As if right on cue, Ace walked in. He looked slightly surprised by my presence, but he didn't look annoyed or upset.

"You're up early" He said as he gave me my good morning kiss.

"Yea I wanted to see you"

His eyes flickered between me and the file that I was still holding, and I saw a small smile playing on his lips, but it was kinda sad. "I see you've found my mother's file"

out of my head as he said that, and I stared

desk in front of me. Of course! How didn't I

didn't want to push it. But

died, not even the medicines worked" He had a regretful look on his face, but he was

here that she's getting better. She's stable and her mind is clear" I tried to sound enthusiastic as I read over the file. He offered me a genuine

that makes her feel comfortable. I'm yet to meet whoever it

happy at that.

actually planning on visiting her

checked the time to see that it was 8:30 a.m . For some reason I really wanted to meet her

if I go ahead? I promise I will

I'll let

know why I was so happy, but I felt like I knew his mom all my life. With one last kiss, I met Ryan who was already waiting at the front door. He must be tired of taking me everywhere, but

made a mental note to definitely tell Ace about the mission later on, but for now

led the way to the visitors' room, and I noticed some other nurses giving me weird looks as they

months were over. But once

comfy on a sofa. I patiently waited for the nurse to bring Jenna out, and

least bit sick like in the picture, but she looked happy and glowing like an eight year old girl. Her hair was full and dark, not a strand of

Her walk was tall and confident, and she didn't even wear those depressing pale gowns that some of the women wore. She wore a pink lace looking blouse and skinny jeans. If anyone didn't know us, they could've